Feng Youling snapped out of his shock and saw Ye Qiu beckoning him with a finger, which instantly enraged him.

To him, Ye Qiu’s gesture was a blatant provocation!

What right does a mere doctor have to challenge me?

Feng Youling sneered, “Kid, don’t forget where you are. It’s not your place to act out.”

“I’ll say it again, come over and clean my suit.” Ye Qiu pointed to the thick spit on his attire and said, “You did this.”

“So what?” Feng Youling retorted arrogantly, “I won’t clean it. What can you do about it?”

A joke. As one of Jiangzhou’s Four Young Masters, how could he wipe a doctor’s clothes in front of so many guests? How would he ever hold his head up again?

“There are always some people in this world who treat others like dirt, not realizing that none of them end well. I gave you a chance, and since you don’t want it, don’t blame me.”

Having said that, Ye Qiu stepped towards Feng Youling.

Seeing his approach, Feng Youling laughed, “What, you want to fight me?”

Ye Qiu didn’t reply, just kept walking forward.

“Kid, don’t think you’re invincible just because you hurt Old Chen. If it weren’t for his carelessness and falling for your tricks, you’d be dead by now.”

In Feng Youling’s view, Ye Qiu must have used some cunning scheme, coupled with Chen’s negligence, to injure him.

Moreover, he didn’t believe Ye Qiu was skilled in martial arts; he just had more strength.

But how could one person’s strength surpass that of a group?

Feng Youling raised his hand and ordered the security guards, “Attack together, take him down.”

Instantly, dozens of security guards rushed at Ye Qiu like madmen.

One burly guard, seizing the chance to impress his boss, not only charged at the forefront but also pulled out a telescopic baton from his waist and swung it at Ye Qiu with a whoosh.

Ye Qiu’s body suddenly fell towards the ground, but just as he was about to hit the floor, his feet nailed firmly to the ground like spikes.

Then, with one hand on the ground, he flipped backward, his feet lashing out swiftly.

With a “bang,” the guard with the baton flew out, knocking several other guards behind him.

Immediately after, Ye Qiu, like a ferocious tiger, charged into the crowd of guards.

In less than two seconds, the first scream rang out, followed by a second, a third…

The screams were incessant.

The guests on site were horrified.

Five minutes.

It took Ye Qiu only five minutes to knock down all the Crystal Palace guards, each wailing on the ground.

Ye Qiu hadn’t been too harsh on Feng Youling’s men; he understood that the guards were just following orders, after all, Feng Youling was their boss. Employees know what happens when they disobey.

Also, Ye Qiu had some understanding of the security profession; generally, they don’t have high education or good family conditions, and earning money is hard.

Therefore, he reduced his strength when he struck.

Ye Qiu looked up, his gaze fixing on Feng Youling.

In that moment, Feng Youling felt as if a terrifying beast had set its sights on him, and he involuntarily stepped back.

Five minutes ago, he was eager to see Ye Qiu beaten and crawling like a dog, but he hadn’t expected that dozens of guards would be no match for Ye Qiu, who hadn’t even received a scratch. This man was terrifying.

“What do you want to do?” For the first time, Feng Youling felt a strong threat from Ye Qiu.

“You dirtied my clothes; I want you to clean them,” Ye Qiu said, stepping forward.

At this point, Zhou Hao stepped forward and said to Ye Qiu, “Leave some leeway in life, so we can meet again. Why be so ruthless?”

“You think I’m being ruthless?” Ye Qiu looked at Zhou Hao as if he were looking at a fool.

“Isn’t it?”

“Bullshit!” Ye Qiu exclaimed angrily, “Earlier outside, who said I couldn’t enter with a dog?”

“Who wanted to kill me after I came in?”

“Who spat on my clothes?”

“If it weren’t for the Dragon King and Brother Zhao’s help, if Sister Lin hadn’t shown up in time, I’d be a corpse by now.”

“And you say I’m being ruthless. Are you blind?”

Zhou Hao’s face turned ashen, but he had no words to refute.

Indeed, it was they who had been bullying Ye Qiu.

If it weren’t for the Dragon King and Lin Jingzhi’s intervention, if Ye Qiu hadn’t had some skills, he would have been killed by now, and none of this would have happened.

Zhou Hao didn’t want the situation to escalate and said, “Let’s stop here. How about I compensate you with a new suit?”

Ye Qiu shook his head, “My clothes… you can’t afford them.”

“I can’t afford a suit?” Zhou Hao was almost amused by this statement.

He was Jiangzhou’s top second-generation wealthy, well-versed in all kinds of luxury brands. From the first glance at Ye Qiu, he knew that Ye Qiu’s entire outfit wouldn’t exceed thirty thousand yuan.

Zhou Hao added, “If a suit isn’t enough to satisfy you, then I can compensate you ten times its price. How about that?”

“I told you, you can’t afford it,” Ye Qiu said slowly, “Because this suit was bought for me by my mother.”

“I know, in the eyes of people like you, you think this suit is cheap, just bargain goods, not worth buying. But my mother spent months of her salary on this suit.”

“My mother and I depend on each other. To raise me, she has given up so much. She wouldn’t indulge herself in food or clothing, yet she bought me such an expensive suit. Why?”

“Isn’t it because she doesn’t want you to look down on me?”

“This is just a suit, but it contains a mother’s selfless love for her son.”

“Now, do you think you can afford it?”

Zhou Hao fell silent.

It was only then that he understood why Ye Qiu insisted that Feng Youling clean his suit; to Ye Qiu, the suit held extraordinary significance.

While Zhou Hao was pondering what to do, Ye Qiu suddenly lunged forward, punching Feng Youling in the stomach.

Bang!

Feng Youling clutched his belly, the intense pain making him double over on the ground.

Then Ye Qiu grabbed Feng Youling’s hair with one hand and took off his expensive bow tie with the other, quickly wiping the thick spit off his suit. He then grabbed Feng Youling’s chin and stuffed the spit-covered bow tie into his mouth.

But it wasn’t over.

Ye Qiu grabbed a wine bottle from a nearby banquet table and smashed it over Feng Youling’s head. The bottle shattered, and blood streamed down Feng Youling’s forehead.

Bang!

Ye Qiu kicked Feng Youling away, then lifted his head, his gaze landing on Xiao Qingdi.